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Sunday, October 31, 2010

he will take you. if you run, he will chase you.

A headdress of feathers torn from wings, stitched together with scraps of lace and string. The heartbeat rush of flight still a ghostly tremor at my temples. Stark. White. Stretching soft fingers to scrape the howling sky.

Her voice an cry in the night, lost under the crash of gargoyles stamping their cracked stone feet. Beheaded dames waltzing with a murderous Riding Hood, a maniac cardinal weaving through the wreckage with his crucifix aloft. Blood trails silently up the sides of the empty swimming pool. There is a delicacy amongst the madness- spiderwebs slow-dancing with the night breeze, the shine of a light in the curved cheek of a shard of glass. But the bass shakes the concrete beneath our feet and what was white is dusty and torn. There is a fierce fury at the heart of this night that can only be met with abandon.

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ROSIE

I kept Fashademic while I was a PhD candidate at the University of Sydney, conducting my research on personal style blogs. My degree was awarded in September 2014. You can read my thesis, "O HAI GUYZ: Between Personal Style Bloggers, Their Readers, and Modern Fashion" by clicking the link in Press. Fashademic was totes a methodological exercise.